I meet with people. I listen to their stories. I step into their space. They talk about their life – their triumphs, their failures, their loves, and their pains. They also talk about their god. Some people claim to hear definitive words of divine instruction, while others believe their God is more mysteriously wooing them to the best possible outcome in any given situation. Regardless of the divine personality, temperament, form or disposition, the common thread I find in these God-reflections are people who are convinced their god would rather interact with someone else rather than them. God would prefer that they work on some things first; “grow” or change in order to relate. There are too many people too eager to change, and not enough people willing to stick it out as themselves. In fact the mere suggestion that God prefers to meet with you now instead of a different (better) version of you is usually received with some degree of hostility. This response is in stark contrast to the message of the Gospel – “But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.” Paul’s intentional preposition, “while we were still sinners,” is designed to directly confront our propensity to hold out until we’re more deserving. Ironically, there is a disproportionate number of people who, in the mirror of contemplation, would actually be somewhat disappointed to find an all-too-familiar face staring back at them on the backside of sanctification.
My boys are not that unusual from other kids their age. They love Thomas the Train, they are loud and spontaneous, and they don’t like eating their vegetables. When my wife and I set the table, they look at their plates and declare “I don’t like that.” We respond with, “How do you know, you’ve […]
I have to say that out of all the four strategies I use to not deal with anxiety in a healthy way, this fainthearted strategy is the one I use least and am less intimately acquainted with. But when I woke up in the middle of the night yesterday and realized I had a plumbing […]
The longest car ride I ever had was a five-minute drive from my friend’s house a short dash away from the driveway of my parent’s San Jose home. I was sixteen years old and I just received my driver’s license. For sixteen years I had only experienced car rides as a communal event. For most […]